My random ass poetic thoughts

Poem number 14: Long days and nights in the studio

I think I'm at least 200 tracks deep into the game now,

but I always been makin music since a lil child,

I was in elementary school playin the african drum wild,

I'm a master with the flow how I drum styles,

Long days and nights in the studio,

makin beats,

writing raps,

with a freestyle flow,

It take dedication,

for yo elevation,

in order to master yo craft,

it takes hella patience,

pretty soon off the ground i'll be levitatin,

that's not a metaphor,

a pun,

or a joke,

this spiritual energy in me off the charts,

and when I'm done steppin to the mic,

in the playback,

my voice is comin from out the dark,

makin money while I listen to my own music,

I keep my songs on replay how I damn do it,

in a playlist with my niggas on soundcloud and bandlab,

keep the hood poppin like a hood playlist,

long days and nights in the studio,

my mixtapes are evident to that fact truly tho,

datpiff.com can even prove it tho,

before I added "da lyrical shinobi" to my stage name,

so yea like a shinobi,

I know how to stage things,

the song I made is called "let's rob a bank",

not "let's rob a bank",

or "I'm a bank robber",

with this music,

I'm not misleadin with a single fuckin thing,

so if you down for this money,

than truly mob with me,

weed and money in my pocket while I type this poem,

and I'm tryna get more money,

so I can get more weed,

that can make me more money,

cause I been sellin weed for a real long time,

I know this real ass game,

as if it's my real ass grind,

cause it is,

I'm on the way to make my pockets content double,

on the double,

so I can make my money triple by the couples,

if you fail to plan,

than you plan to fail,

and I ain't never planed to fail,

that means I always had a plan,

it's 2022,

my opps is lookin like the ku klux klan,

racist motha fuckas on my ancestors land,

so when some racist white boys pop up dead,